As Aubrey peacefully sleeps in her room, the world that her phone had been given control of was in a frenzy. The auto-playing music running through her library of loud energetic music, with windows nearly shattering when it runs through her workout tracks. All the while, the world is hopelessly enamored by her armpits. The brief clip that people had gotten to record of her left underarm being distributed, and watched reverently. People get together for viewing parties, art shows, and broadcast it on loop for all to see on TV. The best artists in the world painting immaculate portraits of her armpit complete with sweat and hairs and deodorant residue; which they inexplicably find attractive and perfect. All because a girl lazily typed 4 words onto her phone before falling asleep

“Mmmmm… oh!! Good morning little guys~”

Her cute face re-appears in the heavens as she unlocks her phone. Half smushed into the pillow, with messy hair and a drowsy look on her face as she slowly comes to. Giving the world some relief as she taps her thumb, and puts a stop to the music. Zooming in from her heavenly view, and taking a closer look at one of the biggest metro areas

“Haaaa~ no waaaaay. I didn’t know how strong it was~”

She softly laughs, seeing her armpit projected onto every screen in the little world’s equivalent of time’s square. With people gathered around in tents, sharing meals together, and congregating around campfires while they watch it on loop

“Like… wow! I need to play with this more then huh?~”

Thousands within her view wave their arms up and yell at her to stop. Having a reverent love of her armpit, but enough sense to try to tell her no. Their cries managing to reach her as she pulls up the same text box with those four simple words in it

“Awwwh~ cmon you little things. It’ll be fun! Shush~”

She bullies, by pressing her finger down on the screen, and tracing it over their city. Like an invisible mountain sized boulder bulldozing entire districts with no more difficulty than an empty field, to create a heart shape from her birds eye view. Followed up with her tapping on the mute button, and silencing everything. A dead silence instantly falling over the world just to stop their squeaking protests. A stick of dynamite going off being unable to cause sound anymore than the rustling of a leaf would, as Aubrey’s voice emanates from their thoughts

“Hope you enjoy you little toys~ <3”

She reaches her other hand up, and starts idly typing a paragraph into that box. No longer just 4 words demanding love of her armpits, but so much more

“I love Aubrey’s armpit! I love her hair so much, I just want to hug her! I love everything about her and love being her toy~”

“Humph… is THAT enough?~”

She says in a playful, childing tone as she pulls another survey. Demanding more super private thoughts from the souls of everyone for her fun

‘Should I keep playing with this thing?~’

* Yes (60%)

* No (40%)

“Awh, not everyone? Oh well! I can keep this up you dummies~”

Millions cry out in quickly melting away opposition, as total love and adoration for Aubrey fills their hearts with every word she types. Their personalities and individualism getting drowned out by increasing demands from her about how they should think. People feebly trying to complain into the silent void as she continues to type:

‘I want aubrey to play with me forever and ever! I love her tennis shoes and cute shirt. I love that poster on the wall, her stylish gym shorts.. and most of all I love her dirty clothes!’

Aubrey giggles, as she rolls over in bed to rest hear head on a cool part of the pillow. Pointing her phone at her hamper in the corner, and taking a picture of it.

“Oh.. hm! There’s a lot this thing lets you do with photos guys… may as well try them all out right?~”

The hypnotized and helpless masses eagerly agree, as her picture in the sky gets replaced with the photo of her dirty clothes hamper. Then the rest of the sky, the ground they’re standing on, and the textures for everything on the planet. Literally everything being comprised of the image of her pile of clothes that she’d been meaning to wash. It doesn’t stop there, as she clicks the next option, and literally replaces everything with that image. No space, no planet, no 3 dimensions.

“Oooop! Did I break you guys?~ hmmm..~”

‘Can you still hear me?’

* Yes (100%)

* No (0%)

“Guess so! Haha…. Oh! There’s still a couple things I can do. Mmph, I need a coffee...”

She idly says, as she rises from her comfortable and warm bed. Meanwhile the 52 million people, unable to protest, simply exist in a state of constant bliss. Existing as the thing they love most, Aubrey’s dirty clothes. Scholars, geniuses, and influential figures from centuries past who had bravely taken on the challenge of the public planet for the sake of a better afterlife, being reduced to microscopic portions of an image to collectively reflect grass stained shorts, sweaty worn panties, and cute but dirty socks back up to the god that they love to be played with by so much. Aubrey totally oblivious and half paying attention as she drags her finger across all the remaining options, and unceremoniously tosses the phone onto her pillow. Getting water from her nightstand, opening the blinds, and making her bed to get the day started

Meanwhile, her idle selection of those options ravage people’s souls. Memories get erased, personalities get erased, all thoughts and sense of self gets erased. All replaced by that one image she took. All 52 million people being made perfectly identical and equal in that moment, as all thoughts that they can think are purely limited to the paragraph Aubrey typed. Every part of their existence erased and replaced by a tomboy’s filth without her even understanding the extent of her actions. Their entire purpose and calling, and all they can possibly do for all eternity, being confined to happily loving Aubrey and her clothes

“So… anyways! I have a fun idea guys~”

Aubrey says as she taps her finger. All of that overwriting, that paragraph of text, all of her hold over their lives evaporating in an instant as she undoes it all with a movement of her thumb. The little planet re-appearing as it had been, with all its inhabitants instantly their old selves again back in their usual bodies. The harrowing and unsettling terror of what she did barely having time to take hold as she demands more thoughts from everyone:

‘Should I have oatmeal, or waffles?’

* Oatmeal (59%)

* Waffles (41%)

“Hm! Waffles it is… now.

‘Orange Juice, or Milk?’

* OJ (30%)

* Milk (70%)

“Haha, I’m glad they added this feature! It’s fun. And like, I played with you guys a bunch so, it’s only fair you get to tell me what to do for a bit right?~”

Aubrey smiles, as she sets the phone down to make her food. The 52 million people having a chance to get their bearings and recover from the ordeal she had put them through. While not as traumatic as it should have been thanks to the simulation, people still remember everything. With most collapsing in their beds, sitting down, and otherwise just enjoying existing in a body and being able to think freely. Watching the view out of Aubrey’s phone camera in the sky as she picks it up again, and treats their collective consciousnesses as a magic 8 ball, where she chooses the answers. With each question demanded, the answers being forcefully, consciously thought out by everyone. Being completely aware of what she’s taking by force with each question asked

‘Shower, or no shower?’

* No (38%)

* Yes (62%)

‘Pineapple on pizza, or no?’

* No (63%)

* Hell no (37%)

‘Aubrey is cute?’

* Yes :D (59%)

* Absolutely! (41%)

“Hm! It was close but like, I DO need a shower, it has been a couple days. But don’t think you can get rid of me~”

She taps her finger, causing people to wince in anticipation of another existential action. But instead of that, she sets the phone down, and makes a heart with her hands, cutely smiling as the camera on a delay takes her selfie. And instead of replacing everything with that image, she just places it into everyone’s thoughts. Not overwriting anything, or getting in the way of any free thinking, but just making her selfie convey a feeling of warmth and love into everyone’s hearts

“Try not to miss me too much! Kay guys?~ I’ll be riiiight back~ <3”

Leaving her phone on the kitchen table, as she wanders off to grab some clothes, and heads to the bathroom to freshen up for the day ahead